Road Trip Texas: Vol 3 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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The next morning, I had to go over in my head the truckstop club in Laredo to feel that it was real. It was real, real amazing. My throat was still sore from those cocks. I decided it was beach time, and at 9am, I finally got out of my hotel, towards South Padre Island. I had been texting back and forth with Jamison in Dallas, who I knew liked the Dad/Son thing, and told him about the evening, and that I was off to South Padre. Seems Pablo and his son Romeo were well known, in some circles. Jamison told me to go far above the Convention Bureau to find the nude beach, asked if I had a GPS and gave me the coordinates (26.312972 97.200028 if you have to know). I had an early stopoff lunch in Rio Grande city to break up the 4 hour drive, and got in around 1pm. My sunburn from a few days ago was gone, and I had a bit of a tan line I wanted to erase.
So after checking in at the beach Hilton Garden Inn, I started heading north, and sure enough, after quite a ways and peeking over dunes now and then, there were people lounging, no clothing. It was very hippy, and chatty, and straight, so you can't have everything. Also, I guess for that time of the year, most people were around my age, and it didn't take long, walking up and down the beach to cool off, and, well, take in the sights, I somehow had made friends with some couples. I guess because I didn't bite, and I didn't look crazy. Actually we started talking about Paris, and the wife in one of the couples was French, and that was that, we were chattering away. Somehow I got invited to dinner that evening, which was very kind to a stranger. I got in a good two hours of sun and sand, when ominous black clouds started piling up, and sure enough, in the late afternoon, the wind started whipping up, and that was that for a day in the sun.
I ran like hell to get back to the car, and made my way back to the hotel, rain absolutely pouring down like crazy, then clear. Before dinner with the three couples I met – teacher and her husband a retired business executive, an artist and his wife a musician, and a retired pair of doctors – this was not where truck drivers and army people went apparently – I wanted to get a gym in. Nice place in Port Isabel, and I had some nice color when I saw myself there. My white beard and moustache looked kind of nuclear, the way it glowed a bit against my skin, along with my blond hair, and a couple of guys ended up asking (it's like a joke to me now) how old I was, and how good shape I was in at my age. Yep. I got the only nice shirt I had taken with me, and a light jacket (yes texbearjoe always has a tweed jacket and a decent shirt), and went on to the dinner.
A superb, very expensive house, up on stilts as they do on the gulf. Dinner started. And it went on. And on. I thought I talked a lot! There was one extra couple there, since everyone I guess thought if they had a gay guy then needed another gay couple, a set of dads. One was a real estate developer, and his husband the dentist – tan, muscular, furry arms, balding, pastel polo shirts, thick gold wedding rings, and shoes that instantly told me they lived very comfortably. The brownish one had a very light British accent. I thought they were going to faint they way they gasped when they met me - I took my jacket off and they saw my biceps, and whispered. They knew me from bigmusclebears.com from some time back. They actually knew me when I set up websites to play with internet all the way back in 1997, if you can believe. When they realized this, their mouths opened and shut like fish out of water, and I finally had to say "I'm a real person!" sort of defensively.
The rest of the guests were mystified, and we had a laugh over it, but the guys stared at me the rest of the evening, talking together. I finally figured it out, and at one point, after too much wine, whispered to them "You do know, the stories are all true, but I never give out real names." Frank and Harry turned bright red for a second, and stuttered. We were in the process of moving from one room to another in the host's house, and they whispered, "You mean the muscle guys, the dads, Paris, Acid, even the dads and sons, the big dicks..." "Yes," I said, "You'd be surprised." (I've not told you of my decade in Europe, have I?). It started pouring again, pounding rain against the windows and shattering lightning and thunder, and I realized I wasn't going out anywhere that evening, which considering the last few weeks, it was a blessing. Miriam, the teacher, got an alert on her phone, there was another huge bang of lightning, the lights went out, and that was that.
No driving on the roads until morning – the alert, and the cars were up high, so it wasn't a problem – not a Hurricane – but local flooding. Frank and Harry looked agitated, and excited at the same time. The hostess instantly offered me one of the guest rooms to stay in, but Frank and Harry somehow intercepted the offer, I still don't understand the language, but they lived literally one door down in yet another amazing house apparently, and it would be better, I think they said they had a generator or something. Right, as though I want to walk through pouring rain to avoid using the flashlight on my iPhone. I knew what Frank and Harry had in mind, and so did I, so I agreed – "I'm fine with it, love to stay!" I wanted to see what was under those Polo shirts. Then they started selling harder. My car was parked under the house – it was on stilts, and I could drive to their house and park under their house, and would never get wet.
They had a great guestroom, and I could take a Jacuzzi. I said, "Sounds great, I'm in." Frank told me what good cook Harry was, and what a nice breakfast he made, great for Bodybuilders. "Wonderful, I'd love to stay." Harry extolled the virtues of the bed, which had some sort of digital controls. "Oooh!" I said, grinning, "I'll sleep like a baby!" Frank and Harry began interrupting each other over how restful beach life was, and how other guests have so enjoyed themselves. I could see the other guests were not unaware of what was going on as they began grinning, until my French lady friend, who really enjoyed her wine, said, "I'm sure you guys also make no noise at all fucking, so disturbing for guests. Enchanting." and everyone died laughing. We did all meet on the nude beach after all.
"C'mon guys, I want to see the etchings in the guestroom," I said, and we headed outside into 50-mile-an-hour winds. Even though my car was parked below, I got soaked, and at their house – yes, a gas generator – they fussed over me to get my clothes off, and "dry". I said "come here, I've been waiting." And they came to me, with my shirt off, and wet pants, and I put my arms around them for a big three-way kiss. Three bearded dads, mouth-to-mouth, and they were shivering, then I pressed Frank to Harry so they enjoyed each other as I took their shirts off. There's sometimes nothing like a mature man – lightly furry back, good hard muscles, bit of a belly, beard, and short hair. Like a lot of gay couples at their age, Harry and Frank looked a little like brothers, grooming, dressing, looking, talking alike, finishing each other's sentences, just as sweet as could be with Harry – British accent, and Frank - Texas twang.
Frank had a nipple ring, Harry had a tattoo on his arm; Frank's body hair was black with shots of grey, Harry brown. Both had a diamond stud in one ear. We continued kissing, and they were so excited to have me there, they couldn't stop talking about it, and I told them I hoped I could "Live down to my image." We stripped down to underwear, and both men apologized about not having horse cocks, and I burst out laughing, "You have read very selectively." They looked at me and then talked about the published stories, "Yes," I grinned. Then they realized that there were big dicks, average dicks, and short wonderful cocks, and sputtered a bit talking. They got out a nice bottle of wine as the storm continued howling, and we continued talking, getting to know each other. I had to go to the bathroom after all the drink from dinner, and to my surprise, they followed me in.
Well. I pulled my cock out and Harry immediately put his hand in the stream, and licked his fingers. Frank asked if I minded – "Hell no!" and Harry got on his knees, pinching his nipples, and opened his mouth, tongue stuck out. "Feed him." Frank whispered, and I flopped my cock on his tongue. Frank sucked at the tip, pursing his lips and looking up expectantly. I was getting a hardon, which paradoxically makes it hard to piss so I stood there straining to not fart while I tried to piss. Finally a droplet came out again, and Harry grunted, twirling his nipple tips, and another spurt came out, then the flood loosened up, gushing clear wine piss into his mouth. He was gulping away as Frank held my cock, feeling the piss rush through it, and Harry got a bonus feeding – it felt like I had a quart in me. After a moment, my piss started to run down a little bit, and Harry opened his mouth, and just let me fill it until I stopped, then he swallowed greedily.
Frank kissed my shoulder, "Harry loves piss." "I told you," Harry said, wiping his mouth on his hairy arm, "He gets into everything." Harry stood up in front of me, Frank behind as the two men squeezed and hugged against me, and I felt their cocks harden against my body. We headed back to the kitchen, both men feeling and squeezing me, and I had one cock in each hand – they even had duplicate cocks, though Harry was uncut. We stopped in the hallway, kissing and groping each other, and then they pulled me into what seemed to be the master bedroom. They quickly stripped off their underwear, nice cocks bouncing up, and Harry got on his knees again, and started sucking me. He was an expert, as only 50 years of dedicated cocksucking can teach – all over my cockhead, sucking and squeezing it perfectly with his lips and mouth, tongue playing with the slit.
He held the shaft licking from root to tip, playing with the rim, meanwhile Frank was kissing me, kneading my chest and pinching my nipples. Unfortunately, I don't have "wired" nipples, and he sensed that after a moment, and I took his hands in mine. "I have wired pecs." He looked at me strangely, and I put his open hands on my right pec, and flexed it. "Now take a hold of it like a hamburger," I said, "It's big enough." "Fucking right!" He said, and I replied, "Now, pull gently." He did, which sets off sheets of sensation sliding through my muscle, and he saw me get goosebumps. He held the chest, pulling a little more, and then I held his mouth down to the nipple, "Time to eat." He chewed my nipple lightly, then open-mouthed pulled my muscles into his mouth, and became ravenous, back and forth on my chest while Harry was working his way to deepthroating my cock.
"Should I piss in his throat later?" I asked Frank, and Harry gave out a huge whine just before I pushed his head on my cock, cutting him off. Frank laughed, and said, "It's a dream." I was jacking Frank's cock the whole time, and feeling his furry ass, and his nice furry body, holding Harry's head, then Frank whispered, "Harry's a bottom." I almost said something sarcastic, but it came out "I know, I want his ass." Frank nodded and Harry was going to town on my cock now, really full-length sucking with a deep vacuum pull, playing with his nipples as he sat. "Do you mind?" Frank asked, and pulled out some bottles of poppers, and fed Harry. One. Two. Three. Four hits. Harry's tan face was turning ruddy as he began making gargling sounds, sucking on my cock. He sucked in in his throat, swallowing to massage it, tears running down his face.
He sat there for minutes as Frank and I necked and played, then pulling away, he tried to talk but there were still too many poppers. He jumped on the bed, pulling me, and I climbed on him, face between my legs. I pushed my cock back in his mouth (my cock is pretty flexible, and curves down – perfect for face fucking), and began fucking his throat, when Frank fed him some more poppers, and then I felt Frank behind me, lifting Harry's legs. A moment later, slurping sounds came from behind, and I saw Frank rimming Frank, shaking his head hard, burying into his hairy hole, holding onto Franks beautiful uncut cock that was pointing straight up and oozing. I heard a drawer pull, then Frank was squealing and I looked back – Frank had a really surprisingly nasty looking dildo held with both hands, and was ramming it in and out of Harry's ass, bam bam bam!
I looked down, and Harry was frowning, mouth completely occupied with my cock, and turning reddish purple. I pulled out, and asked if he was OK, "Yesyesyes" he whispered, "OOOOH!" then he cried out, as Frank rammed the dildo in to the base. I pulled off of Harry, watching the scene, then got back on Harry's face, getting him to rim me as I leaned down to watch Frank work his hole. Frank pulled the dildo all the way out, then spitting on his cock, rammed it in Harry, and began fucking him roughly. Frank was whining with his mouth full, nipples in full twist and cock dripping when Frank then began worming the dildo in Harry, beside the cock! The rubbery head popped in, and then he manipulated something at the base, and the dildo began buzzing. Harry let go of my asshole, and expert rimming, and screamed, "FUCK YES!" and resumed his expert sucking on my asshole.
Frank pulled the dildo out, and looked at it for a moment, and then shoved back in, Harry whining and slurping on my asshole the hole time. Frank left the dildo in, then pulled his cock out, and jacked off, crouching as he slapped the bottom of the dildo with his hand, sending waves of erotic torture through Harry. I began jacking Harry's cock at that point, and licked all around and under the foreskin, then sucked the head in my mouth while Frank watched. It was perfect size for sucking, and I was able to get it all in my mouth, tongue rolling around and around when Harry barked out "poppers poppers Frank", and took another huge couple of sniffs. I raised my ass up, and pushed my cock back in Harry's mouth and slammed down, straight into his throat as he flailed his arms.
Frank was still slapping and pummeling the base of the vibrating Dildo when Harry began fumbling at my face, and frantically pulling at his cock. I felt his balls, and knew that was it, and a moment later, Harry was shuddering and blowing a huge wad, filling my mouth with sweet cum. Over and over he shot, dildo ramming into him, my cock choking his throat as I lifted my hips, and he finally gasped, "OH fucking too FAST! GOD!" and I pulled away from him, letting some cum run down the shaft. Frank leaned over instantly and licked it off, "Just let him rest." "Cum fast, cum often, I always say!" I whispered, grinning, and Frank slowly pulled the dildo out of Henry's ass. I fell over sideways on the bed, playfully, and Frank climbed up with us kissing me again and working my muscles.
Harry lay there gasping for a moment, then crawled up in between us, and announced he needed water. "I need water too, I've got to feed you!" I said, and Henry trotted off quickly, bringing back several bottles of water. "Need you very well hydrated," he grinned, and Frank curled up a bit, presenting his hairy asshole to me. "I don't bottom," he said, "But, fuck, I'd love to feel your weight and that big cock!" Harry sat back, watching his husband shove his ass at me, and I leaned over and poured a drop of water on it, making him gasp from the cold, and began licking his hole, twirling my tongue and then pulling his cheeks apart. His ass was like rock, where Harry's ass was muscular, but pliable.
Frank stiffened under me as I licked and rimmed him, then he gradually relaxed as I worked more and more into his tiny tight hole. I stood up beside the bed and pulled him over, to his surprise, and simply lifted his legs and clamped my mouth on his hole, actually biting it a bit, and chewing gently on his asslips. "Oh my god, what am I getting into!" He laughed, and I was able to push my tongue up inside his shaft a little as Harry cuddled up with him, kissing his husband. I stood up, then Frank immediately wanted to "Wait wait," but I grabbed some lube off the dresser and had two fingers in his hole. He gasped, and Harry began pinching his nipples, and fed Frank some poppers. I had three fingers in him in a moment, and then greasing up my cock, put the head at his hole. "Wait, wait!" he began again, and I simply shoved forward and popped my head in his incredibly tight hole.
He stiffened up, and gasped, panting slightly, "I don't know if this is a good idea," he said, and I told him to relax. That never works of course commanding someone to relax, so I swung my hand in a big arc, and with an open palm slapped his ass. I love pushy tops that want to "bottom". He gasped, as did Harry, and he looked at me with huge wide-open eyes. His cock was suddenly stiff and pointing up. I took my other hand, and slapped his ass again, loudly, and felt my cock slide in a few inches. He was so shocked, and I heard Harry say "Sauce for the gander." At that point, holding his legs, I pushed my cock all the way in and Frank dropped his head back, groaning and gnashing his teeth, his asshole practically biting my cock off. "Let go!" I yelled at him, and winked at Harry. I gave his ass a final hard slap, and he relaxed, struggling and gasping, and I pulled out and gave him a hard shove with my cock.
Harry fed Frank some hits of poppers, and I saw a red flush move over his chest. I began pulling back out slowly, feeling every inch of his rectum, then I shoved back in, almost to the root. He was too tight – all the blood was getting squeezed out of my cock. I looked down – goodness, there was a dildo. I pulled my cock out, and flipped the dildo on, and pushed it into Frank, as he had to Harry. Frank tried to speak out, but his mouth had gone dry, and as I shoved the dildo in and out of his ass, I took hold of his cock and started jacking him. Finally, I was moving the dildo with my knee and hip in him, jacking him from tip of his cock to base over and over. Frank was going wild, shaking his head, and begging Harry to hold him. I abruptly pulled the dildo out and shoved my cock back in, and Frank went wild.
He was nice and open, and I held his hips and began fucking him in a frenzy, slamming in like a battering ram, and all the muscles in my body squeezing to give him a ride. Frank looked down and whispered, "Harry, look at that! Don't let him hurt me." I looked at Harry, and he winked at me as I continued fucking Frank, his cock flopping back and forth like a fast metronome. Frank gave out a low groan, "Oh God Harry, it's so fucking good, Fuck, Fuck OH FUCK!" and with that, I took hold of his cock again, jacking him slowly stem to stern. Harry started pinching Frank's nipples hard, really digging in – I could see why they were so long – and Frank's breath came now in a fast pant. Then I stopped, pulling out abruptly. Frank looked down, with a big "O" of surprise, and I said, "I've got to take a break," smirking. Frank was on the edge of cumming, and I wanted my "top" to get the full "bottom" treatment.
I took a bottle of water and coolly took a drink, as Frank and Harry rearranged somewhat on the bed. "Like that buddy?" I asked, and Frank laughed. I crawled up in between them, and hugged them together as we began talking. Frank and Henry knew many men from this very fancy neighborhood – they were the go-to guys for some of the "straight" husbands to get a fuck, or get fucked, and I heard all about the guys from dinner this evening. I began wondering as we talked about that table by the bed, and looking in, a fleshlight, butt plugs, some wrist restraints, and a double-headed dildo "Look here!" I said, pulling the double-header out. I put it to one side. "Hey", Henry said, and he opened the nightstand next to him. Out came a very nicely rolled joint. All of had a brief puff, and then another, and another. One thing about a joint – I can get extremely horny, and aggressive, and this was just the perfect kind.
My cock started buzzing! We went to the kitchen again, storm raging over the water in front of us, and Frank said, "Harry, I think I'm going to get hungry." Harry trotted off, then back with a bottle of Cognac, and then fussed in the refrigerator, and out came some Brie, Goat Cheese, a beautiful Oude Amsterdam, and a super runny cheese. I scooped up a tiny bit with a knife – "Brillat Savarin!" and both men looked at me with a funny expression. "Oh my god, it's my favorite!" The men were shocked that I knew what it was. I was very buzzed, and horny now, "Let's put the try in Botrytis." Henry laughed, and wobbled off again, and brought back a wine – a quite deep brown Chateu Y'Quem. To my shock he popped the cork off, and poured some glasses. I started laughing – "That's a good thousand bucks!" Frank made a gagging sound, but Henry threw back a glass, as did I.
We dug into the cheeses, laughing, and I paused to keep feeding myself with a bottle of water. I was getting very horny, and being slightly out-of-control, I got up at a certain point, and dipped my cock in Chateau Y'Quem. It burned, but I pulled Henry's face down to the head of my cock and pushed it in his mouth. He took to it like a baby at a nipple, stumbling and falling down from his chair to suck me, instantly deepthroating and gagging on my cock. The pot made me slow. My cock slid in his mouth so slowly, and his sucking lips pulling on it was a delightful agony. He kneaded his lips slightly, then holding the shaft, he ran his finger under the edge of the helmet, and I heard a noise – it was me yelling "aaaaaaAAAAA". He sucked the cock back in his mouth when I felt a beard on my ass. I put my leg up on the table feeling a cool then burning sensation on my asshole, and I realized Henry was anointing me with the wine.
He began sucking my asshole, then paused. Slower. Henry's lips were at the base of my cock, and he was swallowing the head, then slowly pulling back out, all the tissues of my cock being ground against his tongue, and roof of his mouth, then I felt cold glass pressed to my asshole. Frank roughly pushed me over, and I knew he wanted to pour wine in my hole. I sloppily pushed Henry back, and bent over as far as I could. Henry pushed the bottle in my ass, dribbling the Y'Quem in, then pulled back, and started sucking it back out of my hole. I stood up, some of the sauterne down my leg, Frank licking it up with Henry, kissing between my legs. Both moved every so slowly up my legs, Frank back on my asshole, stretching it open, biting my asslips and slurping his tongue around. Henry opened his mouth very wide, not touching my cock until the head slid against the roof of the mouth, and pushing into his throat.
I popped into his throat, electric prickles of sensation gliding up my cock from his throathole, and then his lips closed slowly on the shaft, wrapping it in velvet heat. Frank was sliding fingers in and out of my open asshole, and I decided to sit down for a moment. Henry was connected to my cock, and Frank stepped over him dangerously, Henry's head between his legs as he held his cock up to me. I leaned over and slurped it in, and immediately tasted the cheese we had just eaten. I moaned and sucked his thick cock in my mouth, wondering how Henry could take it, as sizes of things started changing in front of me. Henry's mouth was so big at one moment, then so tight, I wanted to see what he was doing, more and more electric shocks going through into my balls, it was so amazing. I stood up and pulled at Henry and Frank back to the bedroom and we moved back in, and Henry again lit the joint.
I waved it away for a second, but then took a puff, along with Frank who had brought the bottle along. We continued talking and laughing now, and Henry rolled back on his furry back, and held his knees, asshole up towards me. Frank pushed the bottle against it, filling his hole with Y'Quem, and I leaned down to suck on it, it was just amazing, my mouth felt like it was being kissed, and so exciting. I lapped up his hole, and sticking fingers in I wasn't sure how many I got in. Henry was moaning as Frank played with my asshole, pulling my cock backwards into his mouth, sucking on it. I pulled Henry towards me, and shoved my cock in his hole. Frank moved around, and shoved his fat cock in Henry's mouth. Henry was completely buried in dad cock, and moaning and crying out. Frank couldn't quite plug his throat hole, so I heard nonstop whining and slurping in front of me, and both men kind of fused together in my mind.
My own cock was rippling back and forth in his hole, feeling like it was a mile long, and I didn't feel like I could take it much longer. I had to piss. I reached over, a mile away it seemed, and took the poppers. I held them in my fist, and took 2, or was it 4 or 10 hits, and handed them to Frank. He started sniffing as my mind melted, and at that, Henry took poppers, and I thought, "So much easier with a washcloth!" I looked at Harry's beautiful ass, and Frank grunted, "Slap it. Like you did me." I gave Harry a huge whack, and he yelled like he was cumming. Looking down, I saw two white hand-shaped marks on his ass. I slapped again, Harry shaking his head and begging for more, "Spank my fucking ass Daddy!" and so I did, light taps at first, then hard firm slaps. I shouldn't do that on pot, I kept seeing handprints on his ass, even through the fur. I realized that I was going to cum fucking, but it wasn't cumming, my mind had melted. Have you ever pissed on poppers? I recommend it.
Holding his ankles, I began pissing a flood of urine in his ass, and now spanking him too. Henry began groaning - after two bottles of water, I had a lot to give. His hole was bottomless, and my bladder was wildly full, and I thought I'd make Henry explode. He began slurping and groaning, then slowly pulling away from Frank. I continued pissing as we slid across the bed, then popping out Henry stumbled to the bathroom with Frank and us behind him. He stepped into the huge shower and bent back over, holding his heels, as I plugged my cock back in and continued pissing, Frank pissing on Henry's face. Henry was jacking off frantically, then cried out, shooting cum on the floor as he completely relaxed his asshole, my piss gushing back out and Henry's leg's buckling as he dropped on the floor of the shower moaning.
I played in Frank's piss, splashing on Henry who sat with mouth wide-open, then we all started laughing uncontrollably. Frank turned the shower on and we all yelled as ice-cold water splashed out, and a moment later we were wrapped in towels stumbling back to the bedroom. Frank and Henry climbed in the bed, and I said "No no no!" and pulled them to the floor on the towels. They began kissing as I went over to get the big dildo, and Frank whispered a "No, Please!" and started laughing. I greased up the dildo, and took a washcloth I had grabbed in the bathroom and held the poppers over both their mouths, loading them up. Frank crouched, his shoulders against he floor moaning, Henry pushing his hairy ass against Frank's and I slowly slid the dildo in. The dildo slid in perfectly, and Frank was surprisingly open as I pushed it in, and suddenly, I saw the long dildo between the two men.
Frank was shivering and groaning against the ground, and I pulled their hips together until their asses met. Frank and Harry both cried out, and pulled apart, then I slammed them together again, getting them in a rhythm, and with both hands slapped their asses very hard just to keep them focused. Their minds were melting, clearly, as they cried out to each other. I pulled them apart, and they fell over on the ground, and I slapped their asses, and pulled them up on the bed. The were lying facing apart again, and I slowly pushed the dildo back in for the two guys, and wondered how I would get them to suck me, I didn't understand the geometry. It was the pot. I realized Frank was near me, and as the two men shoved their asses together, I got down on Frank's face and shoved my cock in, and he gagged, but was to stoned.
I held his mouth open, and started fucking his mouth and throat, he was gagging and drooling like crazy, Henry moaning out loud as I saw the dildo fall out of Frank – Harry had practically sucked it all in his ass! I lunged forward, pulling half of it out and shoved back in Frank as the two men ground their asses together, I moved them at angles and crossed their legs so they wouldn't move apart. Frank and Henry began flexing one leg, which shoved them together, and they both cried out again, and I climbed up on Frank, my top man. I got his face between my knees, and shoving my cock in, started a hard fuck, but remembered the poppers. I pulled out, woozily re-loading the washcloth, then held it over his face until he turned red. My bad. I shoved my cock in, and intent on him cumming, I flopped forward, his cock in my mouth, and reaching down, grabbed his nipples.
That did it! I pinched them as hard as I could sucking his fat cock and Frank just went bonkers, thrashing around, until I realized he had to breathe. I crawled up for a second as he gasped, then just at the right moment, pushed back in his mouth, and pinching his nipples, Harry slamming the huge dildo in his ass, I realized I was the one that was going to cum. So not a moment later, I felt my whole body go rigid, and squeezing against Frank I began shooting cum into his mouth and throat. Frank struggled, and I pinched harder, and then he gushed and flooded cum in my mouth as he bucked on the bed, each frantic movement shoving the dildo harder up his ass as Henry cried out. I reached forward, and grabbing Henry's cock, I glanced and saw him twirling his nipples, mouth wide open gasping as cum churned out of his uncut head.
Frank was still gushing into my mouth, as he got stiller, and I felt a cramp coming on in my calf. Excruciating, and I had to throw myself to one side, orgasm still rippling through me, and I grabbed my leg to pull my foot to stop the cramp. Frank and Henry somehow jumped to attention, asking what was wrong, and I said I worked my calf too hard. Frank burst out laughing, and said it was my cock he was sucking, not my leg. Henry said something about a third leg that struck all of us as so incredibly funny, we burst out laughing and couldn't stop. We were shaking and hugging each other laughing, tears streaming out of our eyes, and then there was a big thump as the dildo fell on the floor and we saw it bounce up and bounce off the wall.
Gasoline on a fire, that was the funniest thing we Ever Saw! My god we laughed, and cuddled together, and drank more of the Chateau Y'Quem from the bottle, and slowly quieted down. I kept drinking water, my mouth was incredibly dry from the pot, and at a given moment, we all looked at each other and ran to the kitchen like teenagers. We ripped into the last of the cheese, a very nice plate of sauerkraut and linked sausages, and a fucking key lime pie. Ravenous. I was in ecstasy, I'd not had that many decent calories in weeks, and was still horny, and sat jacking off a bit in between bites with the naked guys. I wanted to cum again I decided, and started jacking off full-force. I got Frank and Harry to snuggle up against me and sucking their semi hardons, I got so excited feeling all the fur of their crotches in my face.
With Harry's short hairy cock in my mouth, I wanted more, moaning, when Frank reached down. He crammed two fingers in my mouth beside Harry's cock and to my surprise, pulled Harry's balls, Harry gasping, and popped them between his fingers and they popped in my mouth. I flashed back to the "Joe Blow" I loved to do at Muscle Ranch a few years back. I was practically gagging for some reason, so much cock and balls in my mouth pushing in all directions. I could feel Harry's cock starting to get harder and longer in my mouth which at that moment, blew my mind. I had the sensation that small living creature was tickling my mouth, and pushing against my throat. With every nerve ending in my mouth being stimulated now, I started twitching and jerking on the chair, and fell off cumming all over my self and the floor, mouth plugged with Harry's junk, moaning and gurgling.
Magnificent. The guys sat down again, playing with each other's nipples and eating as I sat on my hands and knees for a moment, catch my bearings, panting. Looking up, it was then I noticed the storm stopped, and we went out on the deck in front of the kitchen, looking at stars peeking out between the remainder of the clouds, and a beautiful sea. It was quite warm, and muggy, and we sat on lounge chairs for the better part of an hour, in our own cloudy thoughts. The guys played with their nipples and jacked me off – sitting between them – listlessly, as I wondered what was in the black box in the nightstand, under the restraining cuffs, and what did the electric cord in that drawer connect to, until we all fell asleep in the hot night breeze and I dreamed of plates of roast chicken, honey baked ham, deviled eggs, turkey, stuffing, mounds of potatoes with gravy, and hot buttermilk biscuits from my grandmother, smothered in southern gravy.
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About the Author: texbearjoe
texbearjoe began his notorious writing on usenet via soc.motss in the '80's and evolved with internet through the subsequent decades with twists and turns on websites, blogs, published books, private and public social networks, and virtually every avenue possible for new media. He's visible with photos and videos, and very chatty on bigmusclebears.com as well as texbearjoe.tumblr.com, and you may contact him directly at texbearjoe@gmail.com or through texbearjoe on the growlr app, and you can follow him @texbearjoe on twitter.
These stories are quite literally diaries of his experiences, though per disclaimer, names, places, and events may have been changed to protect the innocent (or the guilty). He is, indeed, co-incident and identical to the main protagonist in his writing, which perhaps gives them their unique flavor. One day, when you will least expect it, you will meet him in his travels.